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[badlywrittenfilth]

Drop whatever you're doing, whatever it is, it can't be that important anyway.

Instead, find a mirror, and treat yourself to some nice, hard slaps. Don't hold back, don't try to go easy on yourself, you know you don't deserve that kind of pity; you deserve to hurt for me, you deserve to suffer for me, you deserve the special, mocking, degrading pity that only comes from debasing yourself for strange men on tumblr, don't you? That's right, of course you do.

So go on, be a good girl and hit yourself; don't forget the other side. Don't stop til your mind is all hazy, your cheeks are nice and rosy, and your eyes are all watery. You're so much cuter when you're all teared up, sobbing and shaking, aren't you?

Now, give the girl in the mirror a kiss, and tell her what a stupid little slut she is, and then you can get back to your day.

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Keeping you denied for progressively longer, and longer stretches of time, every edging session accompanied by praise, gentle headpats, and little treats.

Eventually allowing you to cum, only to force orgasm after orgasm from your pathetic, writhing, whining body, until you're in tears; desperately begging and pleading, bargaining even, for me to take your cummies away again, as I mock and bully you all the while.

Until you learn to associate denial with rewards and praise, and cumming with pain and humiliation.

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In honour of International Women's Day, a reminder of one of the most important lessons for good girls everywhere: feminism is a lie.

Let's talk about feminism for a minute.

Now, now, I know that's an unexpected subject. Just trust me, Daddy's always right I'm going somewhere with this.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make you stop edging. In fact, if you're not edging, you should start now. Go on, make yourself all suggestible comfortable, you can start rubbing, or go find something to hump, then come back. I'll wait.

Are you ready? Good girl. It's important to be comfy for your lessons, and what could be more comforting than feeding your addiction? All your need to worry about is getting nice and needy, and making sure you read the pink words out loud. Easy, right?

Even a dummy like you can do it.

Now, what makes feminism such an unusual subject in kink spaces? Because it is, isn't it? It makes you uncomfortable to talk about it in the same space you admit what a desperate little cockwhore you are talk about how much you love being choked within an inch of consciousness, it's embarrassing to talk about it in the same places you share fantasies about being raped, kidnapped and broken into a perfect little fuckdoll pinned up against a rough brick wall in a dark alley and railed until you can't even remember your own name.

But why?

Feminism is supposed to be about empowering women to live their best life, isn't it? So it should embrace whatever brings you fulfillment and joy...Ah, but you're a good girl, aren't you?

Say it. Go on, I'll wait, say "Yes, I'm a good girl"

There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Why don't you say it again? Good girl. Obviously, you're a good girl; so feminism should be empowering you to be a needy, edged out little slut, shouldn't it? If you're best life is lived under a man's boot, and it is, then your feminist sisters should support your aspiration to be less...But they don't, do they?

Feminists say you should be equal, you are equal, you must be equal; but you don't want to be equal don't deserve to be equal

Feminists would say you're wrong for wanting needing to submit to men, but you know nothing could be more right. You belong on your knees.

If your feminist friends knew about your little tumblr habit, how you're working so hard every night to become the perfect, braindead edgeslut a good girl, how many of them would turn their noses up at you? How many would call you a traitor?

Feminists would say there's a right way, and a wrong way to be a woman. And because you didn't choose their way, you must be wrong.

Does that sound familiar? Have you figured out where I'm going with this? Or do you need me to spell it out?

Aww, sweetie, don't stop edging. Of course, I should know you're too dumb to edge and think at the same time, shouldn't I? Just let me tell you what to think.

Feminism is a lie.

That's right, just another lie. It's not about empowerment, it's not about living your best life, or equality.

It's just another social template for what a girl should be; and not even a well constructed one - at least the previous template was aligned with your strengths and natural affinities.

You're so cute when you try to think, I can almost hear the gears grinding in your pretty little head as you try to fight through the lust to argue. Don't bother, just give in and rub more. That's a good girl.

I know you won't be able to accept the truth on the first pass, that's okay - you've been brainwashed to believe this lie your whole life, that's a lot to overcome.

That's why you're going to favourite this post.

That's why you're going to come back. At least twice a day; once when you wake up, and once before bed.

That's why you're going to edge while you reread and reinforce my words the truth in your soft, malleable mind.

Now, say it with me, pretty girl.

Feminism is a lie.

Good girl. Keep going, keep speaking the words. See how good they feel slipping from between your lips? That's the feeling of voicing the truth. Again.

Feminism is a lie.

Perfect. Remember, you can edge all you like, but good girls don't cum without permission. You're a good girl, aren't you? Yes, you are.

Feminism is a lie.

Stay on top of the brainwashing deprogramming plan I've laid out for you, and maybe I'll give you permission next week.

Feminism is a lie.

Or maybe I'll just bully you for being a blissed out little edgeslut. I think we both know which would make you happier, don't we?

Don't forget: Feminism is a lie.

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If I'm not supposed to hurt you, why are you so cute when you cry?

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Do you, though? You're so much better, when you're all drippy, drooly, and needy.

I don't need feminism. I need orgasms.

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You deserve to be gaslighted a little bit. As a treat.

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Sometimes it's tempting to let small infractions slip, but it's important to maintain consistency. Otherwise, not only will you have taught her that minor rules aren't important, but she may well become preoccupied with mental self flagellation over service, and that won't do at all, will it?

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Absolutely in love with this idea; imagine how much easier it would be for men to manipulate, abuse, control, and condition you if you could just show them your users manual.

i don't need spotify wrapped, i need tumblr wrapped

show me the total amount of time i spent on tumblr over the year

show me the blogs i checked out the most

the post i kept reading or watching over and over

show me my favourite tags that i interacted with the most

create oddly specific genres of what i seem to like

show me the total amount of likes i've given and gotten over the year

show me the people i exchanged the most messages with

show me my most popular posts

show me my niche interests

show me stats. show me how much of a slut i am

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Be a good girl and sit down, watch the pretty patterns while I condition you to feel like your mouth is full of bitter, greasy sludge every time you try to say no.

sadist dom who slaps you every time you say no to them "what do you mean no? since when do you say no to me?" <3

[badlywrittenfilth]

PSA

I'm looking to start posting more often again in the near future, and I'm working on a little project I'm looking forward to sharing, but before I resume your regularly scheduled filth, I feel like I need to make a few things crystal clear to everyone, considering recent events.

Everything on this blog is kink, all persons in my works are fictional and over 21

Minors are unwelcome here, as is anyone who would approve of their presence in kink spaces.

If you would seek to recreate anything read here with anyone other than an enthusiastically consenting partner, having taken all applicable precautions, you are not welcome here.

If you believe others to be lesser than yourself based on their race, ethnicity, gender, or religion, you are not welcome here.

And finally:

In this house, we believe the only good fascist, is a dead fascist.

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Currently utterly fascinated by the noble paladin to slutty little warlock whorelock pipeline. Specifically the tantalizing, uniquely awkward period of dual patronage.

After weeks of strange, unusual dreams - so vivid, so depraved; she knows they should be terrifying, but she can't bring herself to frame them as anything other than intoxicating, alluring - she breaks down and accepts the pact offered by the devil that's orchestrated her nightly torments; it's only a dream, after all...Isn't it?

It isn't until she, or perhaps the whole party, are in dire straits and an unsettlingly familiar voice rings out in her mind, offering to save them all...If she'll only invoke the pact, that she realizes the reality of her situation, and the source new, bizarre strain of calling on her divine gifts becomes clear. At the last possible moment, desperate to survive, she calls out not to her divine master - who's gifts have failed to protect her friends, but to invoke the profane pact.

Eldritch power courses through her, and, with ease, she rallies her allies and together they vanquish the threat - thanks to her new secret. But with every action, movement and spell under his influence, she feels the bond to her god weakening, ever so slightly, the light growing the tiniest bit dimmer, more distant. She should be afraid, she realizes, but how can she be when it feels so good?

As her dark patron's gift fades, she feels empty, incomplete. The light doesn't fill the void, and she doesn't know if she truly wants it to, no matter how much she tells herself she does. No matter how fervently she tries, no matter how she prays, the counsel she seeks from senior paladins and high ranking clerics, what evils she purges, and penances she undertakes, no matter how long she strains to resist, she can't truly deny that deep, secret yearning to give in, to beg her new patron master owner for more.

And she knows that every time she yields, she'll lose a little more of the paragon of virtue and justice that she was, and become a little more His perfect playing. Just as the pact decrees.

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Practice makes perfect, bunny, you'll do better, even if Daddy has to come up with harsher punishments.

yesterday Daddy and I had a call and we were talking and, um, he just makes me so shy and nervous that I accidentally let out a few curses.. 😭thats one of the rules Daddy has for me, and i broke it 3 or 4 times..so Daddy said my punishment was to write it out on my tumblr blog again🩷🩷🥺 I've been a lot better all day not cursing usually, but being around Daddy makes me so stupid and absent minded that it happens anyway.. i especially want to say the f word because, when im edging and talking to him it feels so good and im already talking and babbling and i just want to moan all the curse words! i also get all drooly and slow and it feels too good that i forget..🥺im sorry for cursing again Daddy</3 I'm going to keep trying better and not curse because little bunnies shouldnt say dirty nasty words like that🥺💖💖💖

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[badlywrittenfilth]

Here's some suggestions for your submissive, use an ice cube on her nipples, inside her, and she should be anal only for the next few days if you want to make a point.

Oh, now there's an idea; ice for her nipples, what a delightful proposition. Frankly, I don't know why I haven't thought of that already...

Anal only is always fun; but she's such a buttslut, it's hardly a punishment.

Thanks for your contribution!

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I can't wait to see how this poll turns out; I wonder what kind of fun suggestions I'll get...

Hi everyone, (and Daddy 💗) @badlywrittenfilth

Yesterday it took me a long time to reply to my Daddy's command. Um.. He told me I was supposed to rub tiger balm on my nipples since they're all sensitive lately, but I didnt respond for a really long time, all day😭💔.. so I didn't do it on time.... I was all distracted...

It made me feel sad and also jealous, of myself in a way, because I didnt get to enjoy Daddy's command for me when I was supposed to. 💔 especially because I was fantasizing that whole time *about* Daddy and his instructions..🤤 I was off in lalaland and didn't respond on time. So my punishment is to write and reflect on why I shouldve responded to Daddy way faster 🥺 And how since I belong to Daddy, I should be attentive and respond right away 🩷 I love how Daddy takes care of me and instructs me 🩷I'm a really need bunny, and so desperate all the time, that I should be thanking him for every instruction he gives me and not missing any 💗

Daddy was kind enough that he didn't take all my toys away as punishment, even though he could have 🥺😭 so I had to write this instead and post it on my blog for everyone to see. I promise I'm going to be more attentive and a more dutiful sub when it comes to responding and listening to my Daddy🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Imagine being taken aside by a couple of Daddy's relatives at Christmas because they want to tell you he brought someone else to Thanksgiving when you "couldn't make it"

Only to have to find a way on the spot to explain that's just one of his other toys, without making a scene of it. And, of course, you wouldn't explain that you actually could have made it; only you were so complacent, you never considered that one of the other sluts might win the contest.

So you'd spent the whole evening at home with a vibrator set a little too high, knowing that when Daddy gets home you'll be punished for every orgasm. And that bitch will probably get to help.

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That's right, bunny, you should say thank you 😏

Such coarse language isn't suitable for sweet little bunnies, not when you can make such adorable little noises instead, as you suffer for Daddy 😈

Daddy told me my punishment for cursing was to write a public post on my blog talking about why saying curse words is bad. I think Daddies can say bad words, but not little bunnies like me because it's 1) vulgar and gross 2) curse words are not feminine or cute 3) there are better things my mouth could be doing like smiling, blowing kisses, sucking, drooling. Sometimes I get too distracted when I'm in the middle of edging and curse accidentaly and say the F word =(. I shouldn't break Daddy's rules especially when it feels so good, I should say thank you Daddy for him letting me edge instead of cursing. My mouth is made for sucking not saying dirty words. I'm sorry for breaking the rule Daddy </3

@badlywrittenfilth 🩷🥺

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Welcome home! But why stop at 2024?

I'm kinda back, so to see how many people are still around and to try to become a good tumblr slut again, i wanna do a denial challenge (inspired by @relapsedyke)

1 like = 1 day of denial

1 reblog = 2 days of denial

1 reply = 1 day of denial (spam encouraged!!!)

Please teach me that i don't deserve to cum! Pleeeease keep me denied into 2024! I would love to go into the new year with a needy, wet, denied hole.